The Bay Window (Part 3)

(Continued)

Luckily my home is quaint. Because I would search high and low, No boundary will ever keep me from her. That I am sure of.

I travel through time as I walk, room to room. Through memories of laughter and happiness, But also memories of sadness and hardship. For my house is welcoming to all.

When I lay my eyes on her, After a weary day of work, I am immediately put at rest. My body no longer aches, my mind no longer races; just peace.

I am not surprised where I find her. She is in her favorite spot, Legs propped up, sitting on the sill, Exploring the vast outdoors through the Bay Window.

(To Be Continued)